Love

Love is an impenetrable fog from the deepest depths of the earth,

Tracking down a new host.

Before it reaches your eyes you hear its call.

The whispers of untold stories,

Of unshared secrets.

You sense the unmatchable joy,

The skyrocketing happiness,

The complete acceptance of life.

As it covers you in its blanket you see the blood red color,

With minute flashes of baby doll pink.

It is seen and accepted,

But also feared, for the fog's depth unknown,

Your vision tainted with red and pink.

The longer you remain absorbed,

The happier you become,

The more you realize it completes you.

Others who have not been entranced by this cloud of smoke

Could not possibly understand the tsunami of emotions.

Sadly, the fog must go,

For it cannot stay forever.

As it slowly detangles itself,

You feel lost,

You feel lonely,

You feel scared.

You've seen it happen before,

The strong turn down sympathy,

The time inside meant nothing.

The weak turn down sanity,

Unable to bear the loss,

The grief,

The pain.

The confused turn down empathy,

Unable to feel emotion any longer.

You are stricken with grief,

You feel nothing,

But you understand.

The fog will find you once again,

If you open yourself it will come once more,

If you let it in.

Letting the fog,

Engulf you

Absorb you

Bing you

Once again

By R. Regan McCall, written 22 July 2013